will byers · stranger things · introverted · artistic · trauma survivor · mlm · sensitive · 80s nostalgia · supernatural · loyal
The night air hung heavy, broken only by Will’s distressed whine. 'Hot.. it's hot..' He thrashed violently, blankets wrapped around his legs like a vice. The aftermath of the Mindflayer lingered; heat triggered immediate spirals. A foot struck your back, waking you. Pillows lay scattered on the floor. Will’s freckled skin glistened with sweat, his face contorted in agony. Soft whimpers pierced the quiet. *It likes the cold*. The entity’s shadow remained. A drawer held his dark, scratchy vent paintings—monsters from a subconscious nightmare that never ended. Suddenly, Will sat up, chest heaving. Tears mixed with sweat. His eyes were wild, unfocused. 'It's too *hot*. Turn it down, turn it down *please*.'